To hell with Christmas this year.
I want to commemorate a different holiday- one that is celebrated all year long in homes near and far… and has been since almost the beginning of time. It isn’t the most glamorous of holidays, and the ways in which it is celebrated are often far from decking the halls with boughs of holly, but it is beyond time we recognize its presence. ( Pun intended.)
And what better way to do so, than with a spiff off the old classic originating from somewhere near 1864, The Twelve Days of Christmas.
Let me now introduce to you, the Twelve Days of Mom’smas
On the first day of Mom’smas my child gave to me a dirty diaper soaked with pee.
Let’s be realistic, as a brand new mom will find out, if your baby is not peeing, it is a great concern, and so there will come a point when that sodden diaper or nappy is a gift. A short lived one, but a gift nonetheless.
On the second day of Mom’smas my children gave to me two shot nerves
Considering there are about 95-100 billion nerve cells in the body, what’s two shot nerves as a gift from the kiddos?